I pull the beads out halfway, then push them back in even slower. My thighs are already trembling. I can feel George’s eyes devouring every detail—the arch of my back, my cock hanging heavy and leaking, the way my hole clenches greedily around the beads with every shallow thrust.
He stands, and my breath catches.
“On your back,” he says.
I roll over and spread my legs without thinking, then immediately want to crawl into a hole and die from how eager I look. George goes down on his knees by the bed. He picks up the thick red dildo—the shorter, girthy one with those obscene spiral ridges.
He slicks it up generously, eyes never leaving my face, then presses the blunt head against my hole.
“You want this in here?”
I bite my lower lip and let out an impatient groan.
George stops moving the toy. “Would it hurt for you to ask nicely?”
I want to murder him. I also want him to just put it in me. “Please, yes, just put it right fucking there.”
“This feels good?” he asks, driving the dildo in, pushing it deeper. He twists it ever so slightly so that the ridges drag along my walls.
The stretch is immediate and depraved. I cry out in pleasure, back arching off the bed. “Fuck…yeah.”
He’s grinding it against that spot until my toes curl. “Been putting things in this greedy, little hole for months?”
He just can’t stop talking—
“Thought my fingers and that one other toy were the first ones inside this,” he mutters, almost to himself. “Many years of knowing you…you still surprise me, Lance.”
My thoughts derail completely. Jesus Christ.
He starts fucking me with it in steady strokes, angling it perfectly against my prostate.
George leans down, mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard while he keeps pumping the thick red dildo in and out of me. The dual sensation is too much. I’m moaning like a whore, hips chasing every thrust, completely shameless.
He pulls back just enough to speak against my skin. “Don’t use the fucking alien toy yet. You’re going to record yourself with it alone and send it to me.”
I nod frantically.
“And the vibrator,” he adds, voice dark, “you’re not touching that one either. I have plans for it next time.”
Oh, I’m definitely using that the second you leave, motherfucker—
“I’ll know if you do,” he says, like he can read my mind, and sucks harder on my nipple.
I’m right on the edge, shaking, when George wraps his big hand around my cock and starts stroking me—firm pulls that completely destroy what’s left of my sanity.
I come hard, clenching convulsively around the dildo deep inside me. The orgasm crashes through me from both ends at once—prostate and cock—ripping a broken, shameless moan out of my throat. My whole body locks up, thighs trembling, cum shooting across my stomach and chest.
George doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me through it with the toy and stroking me through every aftershock. His mouth isstill latched onto my nipple, sucking hard until I’m shaking and whimpering like I’m falling apart at the seams.
When I finally collapse onto the bed, wrecked and panting, George gently pulls the toy out of me.
He rises up on his knees, stroking his own thick cock fast and tight. His face stays just out of the camera’s main angle as he comes hard, shooting long, messy ropes of cum across my stomach, spent cock, and ass.
Then, without a word, he takes my phone off the tripod with his clean hand and angles it down, filming a slow close-up of my twitching, cum-smeared hole. His own cock hovers just above me, half-hard. The scattered toys are lying all over the sheets like filthy evidence of everything we just did.
The room falls silent except for our ragged breathing.
I drag my eyes up to him.
